Summer wind whistling

Summer rain falling

Rainbow boots plunking in 

puddles of mud

Cobwebs of raindrops 

dangling from branches

Wriggly worms wiggling 

their way underground

Jewel coloured beetles

skittering and scuttling

while the snails in the 

vege patch are having a race. 

“Come inside, Jimmy,”

his mother is calling,

but Jimmy’s too busy

there is so much to see!

I watch him play,

Anticipation in his eyes

As the ball’s thrown high,

He lunges into air,

Retrieving it.

He drops the ball

Next to my feet,

Looks up at me,

Tail wagging desperately

For another throw.

There was a little boy called Mike

Who couldn’t ride his bike

He tried every day

But no matter which way

He couldn’t master that trike